Cap 1 - Own Drugs (O.D.) lyrics

[Hook: 2 chainz] I ain't gotta f** yo b**h, I got my own girl I ain't gotta smoke your weed, I got my own d** I ain't gotta drink your drink, I got my own d** I ain't gotta pop your pills, I got my own d** [Bridge: 2 Chainz] I walk in the party with my own d** Got my girl on the Molly with her home girl I really ain't stressin', I ain't even stressin' I really ain't stressin', I ain't even stressin' I ain't gotta f** your b**h, I got my own girl I ain't gotta smoke you weed, I got my own d** I really ain't stressin', ain't even stressin' I really ain't stressin', ain't even stressin' [Verse 1 : 2 Chainz] While you stressin' me, God keeps on blessing me I know how to make money, this the recipe Your p**y get rest to peace, especially murder scene Hit her from the back, she like, "Hercules! Hercules!" (tell 'em) Started from a pot, then I took over the spot Then I took over the block, then I took over hip-hop Then I started geekin', then I started tweekin' Then I started reachin', then I stop speakin' Finished Monday, started on the weekend Gas in my car, I got gas in my 'gar You can smell it when I'm pa**ing your car Its the last of the raw, all you need is a straw And when I ain't feelin good, all I need is a mall, showin' off, uh Your pockets on doughnuts (yeah) Got my posse out in broad day Been up all night, its been a long day Im trying to get higher, f**ing up my fung shui [Hook] [Bridge] [Verse 2: Juicy J] Styrofoam cups got flying spirt Double cup full of Ms. bu*tersworth Brownskin b**h in a tennis skirt With some rolling papers, full of purp Couple of bad hoes in a penthouse suite Ya'll broke n***as ain't in my league I swear this game been good to me Im a veteran in this game, why would I leave? Real n***as, thats all I see, Pimp C, R.I.P I'm up all night, like "f** some sleep" Push start bu*ton, like "f** the key" Your boy's too broke, can't f** with me My hoes too fine, can't f** for free Ya'll n***as out here savin' hoes I'mma start calling you n***as "Justice League" [Verse 3: Cap1] I'm on codeine, I'ma dope fiend Got Molly world for that party girl Ecstasy, she want the best of me Turn her out, she a naughty girl Your b**h choose my girl, like I ain't gotta speak my wife, get her Lickin' on me like an Optimo Get a boy a Sprite and now pour a pitcher 450 for a zip of strong, codename: gas money Magic City, cuttin' up, b**h shakin' their a** for me f** the b**h in my back seat If she hit the window, she a crash dummy I'mma dope boy to get fast money And every stand I'm for me, I'm gone [Hook] [Bridge]